Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Nico,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.